These sounds that play through our eyes and that sink through our senses,
Will soon surface into the high ceilings of our hearts.
Birthing tears to flow, down the valley of our souls into a space,
Where that beat will start to manipulate our feet into a fit, a fit, Im fitting.
A release is there but our love is never fair or free!
Excuse the pain.
Be free, be sane but remember it is all apart of his silent game.
Silence is the loudest sound, like a earthquake it will shake the ground.
leaving devastation within the mind, curing this madman.
I am no longer blind.
To see the sound that you have given.
To be a slave, we pleasure driven.
Please excuse this poets rhythm,
this is an expression.
A story.
A thought, of a love song that I have never caught.
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